Sep 25, 2026 8:47 pm
Kaelynn's gaze lingered on the glittering scale, then moved to her companions. The sight brought back their last failed contract. They had made it back alive, but with ruined gear, scars, and no reward to show for it.
The memory left a knot of worry beneath her ribs. Kaelynn thought, "The scale may bring good money, but what if someone is hurt reaching for it and we fail again? We came back from the last contract with ruined gear and scars, and nothing to show for them. I don't want any of them to pay that price twice."
She watched another burst of smoke stream from the skull's nostrils, waiting until it thinned before adding a note to her book. Even from here, the scale's color and the mystery of its place in the old account tugged at her attention.
Kaelynn wondered, "Am I letting my curiosity push us toward danger just because I want to know more about the scale?"
Her gaze moved from the scale to the map's remembered path. The raven had led them to the manor, and the map had drawn them into this scarred country. Now they had found a pristine red scale in a place named for the wyrm, tied to a history the druid had shared with them.
Kaelynn thought, "Could this scale be part of the history of this place? Is it connected to the dragon the druid spoke of? Did the raven guide us here for a reason, or are we being lured toward another danger?"
She touched the silver pendant at her throat and bowed her head. In a quiet voice, she prayed, "Goddess, guide our steps. Help us know whether this is a path worth following, or a danger we should leave behind."
The memory left a knot of worry beneath her ribs. Kaelynn thought, "The scale may bring good money, but what if someone is hurt reaching for it and we fail again? We came back from the last contract with ruined gear and scars, and nothing to show for them. I don't want any of them to pay that price twice."
She watched another burst of smoke stream from the skull's nostrils, waiting until it thinned before adding a note to her book. Even from here, the scale's color and the mystery of its place in the old account tugged at her attention.
Kaelynn wondered, "Am I letting my curiosity push us toward danger just because I want to know more about the scale?"
Her gaze moved from the scale to the map's remembered path. The raven had led them to the manor, and the map had drawn them into this scarred country. Now they had found a pristine red scale in a place named for the wyrm, tied to a history the druid had shared with them.
Kaelynn thought, "Could this scale be part of the history of this place? Is it connected to the dragon the druid spoke of? Did the raven guide us here for a reason, or are we being lured toward another danger?"
She touched the silver pendant at her throat and bowed her head. In a quiet voice, she prayed, "Goddess, guide our steps. Help us know whether this is a path worth following, or a danger we should leave behind."
OOC:
Kaelynn is praying for guidance and searching her faith. I've included a Religion check just in case.Rolls
Religion - (1d20+8)
(8) + 8 = 16


